No place like home

I feel like Dorothy after she met the Wizard of Oz...and realized it was always right there in front of her. And "it" is laying right next to me, in our bed, in our apartment.

He is home to me. I am so comfortable with him. I want to take care of him, and do nice things for him, and make a family with him. I love, and adore him. He takes care of me. He pushes me to be a better me, not a different me. He loves me.

I dream about our colorful life together. I often think of a lazy Sunday afternoons. Chance and I sitting in the grass basking in the sun and laughter of Marley, Keyon, Sophia, Bastian, Zola, & Tutter (and any other children we have in our future). They are all playing in the backyard with the dogs. Chasing them up and down the yard, they giggle and call over to me and Chance to make sure we are watching what they are doing.
I know, cheesy, right? and I don't care!

Feeling the way I do about him is scary to me. What would I do without him? Who would I tell my good news to? Who would let me cry when I may not even have a reason? Who would hold me when it's cold, or bask in the sun with me when it is warm? He is everything to me! He is my boo, my beau, my love, my partner and I love him SO SO much!

There's no place like home....there's NO place like Him...